Goose
3t4
Stop talking 'bout the weather
I'd like to feel fine
Dressed up in coated leather
You make up my mind
Keep swimming like no other
Not keen for a gent
Falling for her agenda
I'm not paying the rent
Confused about her gender
I wake up in doubt
Messed up I read her letter
I'm taking her out
Know your own
You might accept the things you want
Called alone
You might retail the things you own
(Thanks to Tosca86 for these lyrics)
From Letras Mania